Page 83 of My Brother's Best Friend

“Soon.”

After he pulled me closer once more, he kissed me on the forehead. “Be careful.”

“I will,” I said, sliding into the driver’s seat. “And then I’ll come pick you up.”

Once I sped down the Wolfes’ driveway, I gripped the steering wheel and headed to my house. I hoped that Alec would be okay for a few hours, but I wanted to rip Oliver a new one. He was such a fucking hypocrite and probably only did it to get back at Alec.

I fucking hate him. Hate him!

After speeding up my driveway andnotfinding Oliver, I headed toward town and hoped to the fucking gods that he hadn’t run away like the little asshole he was. He had to be here somewhere. Maybe with one of the guys from the hockey team or finding another mom to bend over.

My hand tightened around the steering wheel, nails digging into the leather. “Fuck!”

I stopped at a light, nostrils flared, and glared through the windshield down the street. Oliver’s car was parked in the middle of the road, diagonal across both lanes, with the driver’s door open.

When the light turned green, I hit the accelerator and slammed on the brakes once I made it feet from his car. I jumped out, wondering where the fuck he was, and screamed his name so loudly that everyone in the houses around us could probably hear it.

And when nobody responded, I stormed to his driver’s door to pull his car out of the road, but found a note sitting on the seat. I picked it up and unfolded it.

Baby,

I’ll take good care of your brother.

Love,

Spencer <3

CHAPTER52

ALEC

“That girl is no good,” Mom said.

“That girl’s name is Maddie,” I snarled, stomping up the stairs. “And I love her.”

“All she does is make up lies to make us look bad,” Mom said.

Dad stood next to her, rubbing the lines in his forehead. “Just stop.”

“No!” Mom exclaimed. “She’s turning our son against us.”

“I don’t want to hear your fucking excuses,” I growled, slamming my bedroom door and locking it so that my parents—who had been trying to calm me down for the past half hour—wouldn’t barge into the room.

After slumping down on the bed, I pulled out my phone and opened an email from the Glaciers.

Dear Alec,

It was great meeting you at practice. We spoke about bringing you out to watch practice this spring, but we chatted about it on our way to the airport and would love to invite you and your family out to watch practice and a game next weekend. All expenses paid.

What do you think?

Jeremy

I grinned and stared at the email, typing a response that I would love to bring Maddie this weekend. It would be great for us to get away from Redwood Academy a bit. Between everything going on, we both needed it.

As soon as I sent the message, Maddie’s name popped up on my phone.

“Alec!” Maddie sobbed on the other end, screaming and crying.

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